I call this, ‘Home’

the trees are dancing and I call this, ‘Home’

I am swallowed by green

invited to ease,

to be kissed by breeze -

more than a peck

I am pressed between teeth

nature is nectar

nature is me

music is made by movements in synchronicity

the cicadas are singing a song maybe only I can hear,

my dear,

the melody seemingly reaching

to be remembered in ways

only your eyes can see